Each tiny thing is precious, I think,
sifting through the fabric scraps
as they tumble from a drawstring bag.
Some scraps are frayed and misshapen,
yet I see them through today’s pandemic lens
and wonder what can be made from them.
Pieces from the first quilt I made,
the one I just finished for the Spartina House,
fabric a dear friend brought me from China.
I smooth them under my iron,
and stitch them together, piece by piece.
Together they create something new;
something that has not been made before.
I think this thrift is what we must do, now,
in these uncertain times. Examining the pieces
of our lives, accepting what we have,
not worrying about what is missing,
and stitching them together.
Considering each scrap and how
it could be used and treasured,
part of something new.
This altered life we are creating is something that
we could not have made before today.
Isn’t it astonishing, this resourcefulness,
this hopeful promise,
that we can create what we need
from what we already have?
Our pieced and scrappy and disordered life
Stitched together into a new,